Oh, sweet
Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 5:09 pm
.. I wonder what the unrequited love poem really has to offer.. does it give some solace to the heart that finds it is alone?.. or does it just rub salt in the wound?..
We are all.. at one point or another.. captives to our longing.. to that sense.. what if?..
... oh, but can't words be like honey?.. so so sweet.. so sweet.. even as we've not conquered our aloneness.. our (latent) wanting..
Oh, sweet
I can imagine.. that if one
so disposed to holding himself back..
one
so disposed to not letting go.. how
might those feelings be..
... were you to..
.. (to finally hold me)..
oh, sweet.. that you are everything to me.
oh, sweet.. that you are darling, darling to me.
oh, sweet.. that you are.. my darling.. my darling sweet.
that we might lie upon such green green grasses.. from where we’d gaze up at a drifting cloud.. and
maybe just our fingers
would be touching, though in our faces..
.. the whole sky would be contained..
... (with souls.. and fingers.. so entwined)..
.. and you’d laugh, and make me laugh..
.. (so sharply cruel.. though just as kind)..
oh, sweet, be not cruel to me..
oh, sweet, be but kind.. be but kind to me..
oh, sweet, give your love to me..
oh, sweet.. oh, sweet.. oh, sweet..
v i o l e t